You step through the door, still in your work clothes, and find me sprawled on the couch—every tattoo on full display—lost in my own little fantasy. My eyes meet yours with a playful gasp, cheeks flushed, thighs already apart. I can’t help but smile and whisper, “I couldn’t wait… I was thinking about you the whole time.” Watch as I slide the massive, huge toy between my legs, letting it stretch and tease me while I keep my gaze locked on yours—urging you closer, inviting you to finish what I started.
